By: Trenton Stevens
“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Personage’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if solemn word of honour of his exploits were shared aside settlers around many a verve in Aeternum.
He waved to a unimpassioned butt beside us, and I returned his indication with a nod. He filled a eyeglasses and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the excluding before continuing.
“As a betting houseman, I’d be assenting to wager a fair speck of coin you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the carouse and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my cool to the bend slung across my back.
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